WRITING THE BOOK FOR THOSE WHO DREAM Haettenschweiler20june2nd2014Monday636pmDEARWORLDiamatthe library HELLO DEAR WORLD: I have decided to write the book the publishing house told me to write. I think this is important. I have chosen a new photograph I took for the cover. It is of my star “MIKE”. You can see the rainbow of colors of this shot. BEAUTIFUL IS IT NOT? I am doing this for Michael, for the Kids, for the others, for Mother, for Mike, and for me! I am holding on to the dream, Michael I am holding on to the DREAM! FOR THOSE WHO DREAM is the title of my book and I want you to know that I wrote it with the personalities in it. It was read aloud at Washington University by my friend Richard Leffel. He owned the bookstore on the avenue that I liked most. He is dead now. He would like it if I told the story about him reading it aloud to his class at school. He taught ENGLISH. He read it out loud to his students for two and a half weeks. They all cried when he read it to them. I cried the moment he told me this people, I cried. He said this book was the best written book he’d read by a friend. I was moved. I told him so. Now RICHARD, I have told the story for you, my friend. I am going to title this work “WRITING THE BOOK FOR THOSE WHO DREAM” !!! Kindest regards, me MIKE KERASOTES 1506 HEWITT AVENUE ROOM 104 EVERETT WA 98201 USA 425-422-5339 MichaelKerasotes@GMail.Com

May 22nd 2014 Thursday Afternoon Dear World — This is a story about Gwen. She was my favorite grandmother. I liked her a lot. She and Roy [her third husband] used to babysit me. I was adopted by them I thought. Then I found out that I wasn’t. That hurt. Gwen and Roy told me not to be upset. I was. But I forgot. They explained to me everything I needed to know about me, myself, and others. This I had forgot. My Mother never did this for me. My father never did this for me. My brother never did this for me. My other family never did this for me. In fact, no one other than Gwen and Roy Reller ever did this for me. Ever. I want you to know why. No one loved me. No one cared about me. No one but them. That was the way I grew up. Unloved and uncared. Awful isn’t it. But don’t forget that my parents or my adopted parents were filthy rich and stingy. My father was selfish and stingy. My mother was just selfish. She married my father [adopted father that is] because of his family and their money. That’s what Gwen and Roy explained to me when I was young. I never forgot it. I never told anyone about it. Never. I’ll tell you why… . This is the reason and explanation: Gwen or Granma Gwen made me promise not to tell. I kept that promise till now. So, now is the time I get to tell you all the rest of this sordid story. Here we go. My family was in the Motion Picture Business. My father was President of the Corporation. He grew up rich. So did his family. So did every one in the business they said. That was a lie. I found out the hard way. I met all the Presidents of the major and minor motion picture companies and corporations. They all adored me. Fun! Even their families loved me. But this love was of a different kind than the kind of love I got from Gwen and Roy. Their love was real and true. Motion Picture Love was Fake and False. I adored it anyway. It was fabulous. To be chauffeured around in Bentleys and Royces and Rollses and Phantoms and Bugatties was extreme. We all knew this. To have Motion Picture Box Office Stars cater to me and my every whim was fabulous. Fun for us both. I was the oldest eldest son of the oldest son of the oldest living richest motion picture exhibitor in the world. Everyone knew us. Everyone wanted our money. Everyone wanted to play their movies in our theatres. We were the largest privately owned motion picture theatre company in the world and had more movie theatres than anyone up until the 2000’s. That when we became eighth in the world. Pity I thought. No longer the best biggest and the number ONE. Oh Well! Everyone still knew me and loved me. Everyone still wanted to be my friend and to have their movies play in my theatres. Fun. That was then. This is now. I think I will stop and go take a break and finish the Gwen and Roy Reller Story after that. I’m back and it is now 3:17 P.M. I walked around and smoked my cigarette Steve Reeves Style and thought about nothing but getting a cold Coke to Drink! Movie Language, you know, we always want a cold Coke to Drink because we are in our own private theatre waiting for the good film star to light up and blow out his smoke and pop the top off his Coke with his Lighter, Butch Style and Hot! Reeves can do it without a lighter. All he uses is his thumb nail. Hot! Baby that is too hot he says and lights up his eyes coal black and grins. He pauses for the lights to re-hit him and grabs his Coke and pours it down his throat musclin for the shot that DeMille is About to Shoot! Baby that’s Hot and I’m Musclin Cool for my Cigarette and my Cold Coca-Cola! There you go World, There you Go! Back to Gwen and Roy — They both were so very dear to me and kind. I spent my childhood living and loving them. The knowledge they filled me with lasted. I still have it. I still have it. Gwen once told me that you don’t grow up till you reach 60 years of age. Well, I did that in Egypt. Now, I will close. Kindest regards,

I am writing in the back again just for me today. I want to let you know that so that you don’t think I am ignoring you. I am okay today. I went and got my check. It wasn’t much but as Cindy said The Essentials I got and I have 20 left on my food stamp card for tea and things I need. Good.

I really don’t have much to say today. I have a 1000 new muscled out friends on Google and Facebook. I like the way they look. I like the things they post. On Google they write on their pages and yours and others. You get emails from them and you can reply back to them. Nice. Facebook doesn’t do that. They just ‘Like’ your stuff and never send you notes much unless of course you write them first. Why? I would like to know. So Tell Me Dear World, Tell Me. Please Tell Me Why They Do Not Try To Write and Communicate with Me and You. Thank You. Me”

DO NOT USE THIS COMPUTER PLEASE AS I AM !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL RETURN — THANK YOU 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Shy from Bartell’s
other people from the past to refriend on Facebook.Com

Here dear machine of Library Back in The Back,
I have returned to write some more here —

I had three more and then they went away
I wonder if they’ll come back or did they get thrown away
By the thing called ‘The You” ?
I do not know nor wonder why because
That thing is going good bye
I write a little poetry and a little poem
I am not good at it like Mike was
He was good, Dear World, Good!

I will keep trying, keep trying on and on
and maybe someday I will be good too.

I have 15 minutes more to wait until my machine is free
I don’t have a thing to do nor write nor say
So I will just run off the top of my head
I was in my Hotel and walking to my room
When my new friend said she was changing how her Destiny worked
She said it was a mind thing and she was going to have a beautiful day
I thought that was nice and told her so today 🙂
How about that Dear World, how about that
I think my mind is going Alice I must reconsider this
I think I should do something like take a pill of yours
Do you have any you could walk through your mirror and give me
As I was reading in that book on Dissociative Identity Disorders
and in it was this phrase I threw away for now
I think I will leave it out there how about that now
Go Away You Foul Thing, Go Away You Trash
I’m going to eliminate you
You know that now for real
I’m going to exterminate you
That is my plan
You destroyed everything Michael
You destroyed everything Mike
Mother and I decided to make a plan to gut you out
And what do you know it’s working
It’s working well and fine and dear I’m tired of listening to your voices
So today I guess I will kill them off forever for what you did to Michael
Let alone to the Others
Let alone to Mike
You cannot gut me baby
You cannot make me go
You cannot win or will me out
For you are the thing that goes
Go Away you Filthy thing, Go Away you Trash
Go away before Eve and her Snake or Worm rides you out of Eden
The Babe Mike is here to cut you and worm you out you know
You cannot win you cannot win you cannot win I Know
So Eve and her troubles that began in that Garden So
are here to help me rid that place of you and all you know
I am going to cut your voices out sometime later today
I just wanted you and your bugs to know
I just wanted to let you know

So now I am done with only 5 minutes to go
to go get my online computer up and running so
I think my poetry is getting better Mike, I do think so
but it is nothing like yours and your ‘It started in the garden’ stuff
that little much I know 

Bye Bye Dear Machine, Click Click Click
I’m off of you and saving this on my 16 GB Thing
That Travel Data Drive I got for about twelve bucks
instead of that even dearer wish I still had it
Twenty Bucks!

I am at the Historic Everett Library here in Washington State. I like this new font and the new screen on their DELL OPTIPLEX 960 Desktop Computer. The screen is clear Plexiglas. Nice. I am using my new Travel Data Drive with 16 GB’s.

Back to non-bold type or font. I like this better. I didn’t know until I had typed a lot. There you go Peoples, there you go.

i will post these after i exit and come back on edit as it is much easier on edit than this place. on edit you can select as many photos as you wish. here you can only do one at a time and it takes a lot longer. be back soon, mike

Now that you have seen and read this is 11 and 8 font types, I am returning to 14 for a moment: Here is Estrangelo Edessa in 14 font and it is fine. Thank you computer and Word 2010!

This is much better for me to read today. I am tired and did not sleep well last night. I had a night mare and it was a bad one. My first really bad dream. I will not type it out here because I did it earlier on my Google+ Pages. Go see them! Michael Kerasotes on Google, Google+, Google Done, and Google About.me! I think they are new Google Things and I don’t know how I got them or how they all work but that they are very smart and cool. I like the About.me one so far. Done seems to be for photography. It has excellent photographs by people who I follow and who follow me. There you go Peoples, there you go.

So, I will close now and go out and smoke and see if I get my terminal # 6 in time to write my things on my pages, Peoples.

I am now at the Internet on my mkerasotes.wordpress.com page and I am editing this post. I put in the 75 photographs I took for it. I do not want anyone or anything to use them. I want them Copyrighted (c) please and left alone. Please feel free to look but do not reproduce in any fashion or form. Do not copy them. Do not paste them. Do not take them from my pages. Okay. Thank you, Peoples.
I took these for myself and for myself alone. These photographs are of ‘The You’ I am eliminating from this multipersonality disorder system and dissociative identity disorder disease. It is an awful thing that has been halted from speaking, typing, being here by me, by Mike, and by Mother. We all forbid it to exist. It is after one year after it killed the original personality by making him leave. Mike was his trusted new personality and it killed him. Mother was an older personality and she showed me how it was created and how to destroy it. I have mentioned on this how I found out how to kill the damned thing. I am eliminating its memories. Thereby and therefore, exterminating its existence. I will be done when I am done. It likes to say this — I will be leaving on Saturday Morning at 9 AM. Sharp. — it is nonsense for you all know it never did. Now it is time to finish this story.
I plucked out its hairs and these parts of it came out. They sprayed everywhere and I wiped them up. I tried to clean off all of them from the surfaces. I did a good job. None left. They are what Mother called ‘its guts’ and awful things they were. So, do not worry Peoples, do not worry. They are all gone. It is easy to wipe up and clean off. They are like dust. They may look like bugs and other bits of things, but they are just parts of this thing’s body and are dust. Just like dust in the wind, Dylan, they blow away. I wiped them up and cleaned off every place they were. Nice of me wasn’t it? I thought so. Any how, here are the examples for me to look at at a later date. I went to a lot of trouble taking them and I would appreciate any comments you all have. Please make them. That’s about it. I won’t go to the trouble of explaining each and every part. I wrote on a napkin at home and perhaps, I will post them or those on here some day. Okay? Ok.
Well Folks, I think I am done.

““Miriam 14 on April 6th 2014 a Sunday at the Main Library Everett WA USA 98201

Dear World:

I wanted to tell you something earlier as it was what was on my mind, world. It was about me and this multipersonality system. You do know what a multipersonality system is don’t you? It is this. A child is abused terribly by his parents so much so that he splits himself into personalities. These personalities [others] take care of him and themselves. He does not know he does this. One in a million persons who have been so cruelty mistreated by their parents and who are of extremely high intelligence that they develop into multipersonalities. Doctor Maryonda Scher said to the main [or original personality Michael Patrick Kerasotes] once upon a time in January 1997 when he went to her and asked if she could treat him and she did. He died a year ago today. I am sad to tell you that this is the anniversary of his death. I do this because today is the day I finish my task of ridding this system of the last horror. The original personality was Michael. Then there were The Kids: Mikey, Patrick, and Jayson who came back in October of 1994. Michael sought help from his doctor and a therapist and his friend Jim Ray’s doctor who knew about multipersonalities named Doctor Dean Ishiki.

Michael began to integrate the kids through private therapy. He didn’t know about the rest of the system until the last kid was integrated. That was April 2009.

Then he found himself with all the billions of personalities [2,000,227,000 plus].

What went wrong then is this:

2,000,227,000 personalities plus the rest of the system’s personalities all comprised of these: The 21, The 7, The You, Mother, Him, He, The Other, The Them, The Others, The Theys all came out. Michael went insane. It took him a year or so to come back to sanity but by then it was too late for him to live. Michael re-sought help at Bridgeways and they failed. He sought it at Compass Health and they failed. He gave up.

On April 5th at midnight, Michael made Mike, a personality. He took all Michael’s Memories unto himself and stored them for Michael and only Michael. Out of them he became a caring sentient human being. He was ordered by Michael to take Michael away from this world. He asked Michael why and what for. Michael told him. He could not live here anymore because of the horror of the system and he was afraid as the people of the system had beaten him to death almost. They’d broken his nose his body and his ribs and arms and hands and wrists and back. Michael was crying when he told Mike this. Mike did too. Mike wanted to know what to do and Michael told him. Get me to a space where I no longer hear the voices and can be safe enough to leave here forever. Mike and Michael cried and cried and Mike did this out of LOVE. Mike was extremely intelligent but not very strong at this time. He asked Michael how to do this and Michael and Mike figured that out in one minute flat. By a minute after midnight Mike had Michael gone forever. Crying his heart out for his God Mike, Mike told the rest what had happened and what he was to do. It was this: He told them Michael said to take on his life and continue doing the things Michael wanted to do but was unable. Mike was made for this and the only personality who could. Mike named himself Mike with Michael’s permission.

By Saturday midnight, Mike had succeeded in taking all of Michael’s memories and finding a way to let Michael die. It only took one minute to do this. Then he told the system Michael had met his death.

The new horrors began. Mike told everything that he wanted to move to Hawaii in April 2014. The You took this as a declaration of war and began to hurt everything Michael. It took it about two months to accomplish this. It threw away Michael’s Home and Michael’s things and Michael’s Plans. It started on the phone and hurt Michael’s friends. Then it started on the Internet and did the same to everything it could. It accomplished this in a moment. Mike was horrified and began to plan his end. He said then that he would get Michael’s body to the 64th Birthday and then leave. He did. On March 9th, 2014, Mother (thru Mike) made me. This is when I came into being.

I am now at the point of the end of ‘the you’ and I have only a little while till I am the only personality to survive. I am almost there. ‘The You’ is almost dead. I will finish this story later for you all, dear world.

““Miriam 14 on April 6th 2014 a Sunday at the Main Library Everett WA USA 98201

Dear World:

I wanted to tell you something earlier as it was what was on my mind, world. It was about me and this multipersonality system. You do know what a multipersonality system is don’t you? It is this. A child is abused terribly by his parents so much so that he splits himself into personalities. These personalities [others] take care of him and themselves. He does not know he does this. One in a million persons who have been so cruelty mistreated by their parents and who are of extremely high intelligence that they develop into multipersonalities. Doctor Maryonda Scher said to the main [or original personality Michael Patrick Kerasotes] once upon a time in January 1997 when he went to her and asked if she could treat him and she did. He died a year ago today. I am sad to tell you that this is the anniversary of his death. I do this because today is the day I finish my task of ridding this system of the last horror. The original personality was Michael. Then there were The Kids: Mikey, Patrick, and Jayson who came back in October of 1994. Michael sought help from his doctor and a therapist and his friend Jim Ray’s doctor who knew about multipersonalities named Doctor Dean Ishiki.

Michael began to integrate the kids through private therapy. He didn’t know about the rest of the system until the last kid was integrated. That was April 2009.

Then he found himself with all the billions of personalities [2,000,227,000 plus].

What went wrong then is this:

2,000,227,000 personalities plus the rest of the system’s personalities all comprised of these: The 21, The 7, The You, Mother, Him, He, The Other, The Them, The Others, The Theys all came out. Michael went insane. It took him a year or so to come back to sanity but by then it was too late for him to live. Michael re-sought help at Bridgeways and they failed. He sought it at Compass Health and they failed. He gave up.

On April 5th at midnight, Michael made Mike, a personality. He took all Michael’s Memories unto himself and stored them for Michael and only Michael. Out of them he became a caring sentient human being. He was ordered by Michael to take Michael away from this world. He asked Michael why and what for. Michael told him. He could not live here anymore because of the horror of the system and he was afraid as the people of the system had beaten him to death almost. They’d broken his nose his body and his ribs and arms and hands and wrists and back. Michael was crying when he told Mike this. Mike did too. Mike wanted to know what to do and Michael told him. Get me to a space where I no longer hear the voices and can be safe enough to leave here forever. Mike and Michael cried and cried and Mike did this out of LOVE. Mike was extremely intelligent but not very strong at this time. He asked Michael how to do this and Michael and Mike figured that out in one minute flat. By a minute after midnight Mike had Michael gone forever. Crying his heart out for his God Mike, Mike told the rest what had happened and what he was to do. It was this: He told them Michael said to take on his life and continue doing the things Michael wanted to do but was unable. Mike was made for this and the only personality who could. Mike named himself Mike with Michael’s permission.

By Saturday midnight, Mike had succeeded in taking all of Michael’s memories and finding a way to let Michael die. It only took one minute to do this. Then he told the system Michael had met his death.

The new horrors began. Mike told everything that he wanted to move to Hawaii in April 2014. The You took this as a declaration of war and began to hurt everything Michael. It took it about two months to accomplish this. It threw away Michael’s Home and Michael’s things and Michael’s Plans. It started on the phone and hurt Michael’s friends. Then it started on the Internet and did the same to everything it could. It accomplished this in a moment. Mike was horrified and began to plan his end. He said then that he would get Michael’s body to the 64th Birthday and then leave. He did. On March 9th, 2014, Mother (thru Mike) made me. This is when I came into being.

I am now at the point of the end of ‘the you’ and I have only a little while till I am the only personality to survive. I am almost there. ‘The You’ is almost dead. I will finish this story later for you all, dear world.